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I wrote it myself. Maybe not so good. .........

The sun tore the dead leaves to pieces, and the tiny sunshine was mottled. Through the cracks in the leaves, I sadly slept on the ground, trampled by others, covered by footsteps, divided into countless bright spots, like water can not pick up.

The impenetrable glass divides life into two halves, one is reality and the other is dream. It's just that dreams have long been destined to be dreams, and songs have finally come to nothing, and dreams have been put into glass bottles and sunk into the sea. As a result, the world is only boring and boring. Like a stagnant pool, there are boring bubbles on the floor, a white-bellied fish with empty eyes, looking at the sky feebly. The rain is also ruthless, falling on the cracked ground and the dusty ground, splashing thick and stuffy. When I opened the dusty diary, the yellowed paper smelled slightly musty, the vague pencil words distorted my memory, and my fingers rubbed on the rough paper, which made me suddenly pass by. The sweat on the fingers is absorbed by the dry paper, so the fingerprints are clear, and the two fingers rub, which has a dull touch and irritability.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, as if to vent something. With the sound of thunder and glass, all this is divided into two worlds. The classroom is still quiet, forgetting the passage of time and ignoring the strong wind outside. It is still dark, like a dead elf. The chalk is broken and beautiful with the wind, turning into powder and spinning in the air. The pen tip keeps moving on the paper, and the struggling handwriting blooms a timid flower of struggle. Rain hits the glass violently, producing countless splashes, blurring the window glass, splashing and sliding down the glass silently, but the thick glass can't be broken ... The heartless glass doesn't seem to be touched and let it fall. Full of tears. The scattered rain kept the last trace of dignity, lying quietly on the glass, unwilling to slide down. The air is full of damp smell.

Imagine a scene where white cherry petals are flying freely and the spinning elves are telling the beauty of death. The girl hangs peacefully on the sacred tree of death, and her body swings gently with the falling of cherry blossoms. Hands droop naturally. Hair is wantonly put on the body, occasionally blown a little soft by the wind, dancing with the wind. Touch your hands in the wind. In this way, quietly, the flower of death is in full bloom. No blood, no earthly noise. Quietly, only cherry blossoms cover up the traces of death.

Imagine a beautiful house without stars, a humble night. Sit on your knees with your back against the wall. The hair gently covers the cheeks, and the pale face is faintly visible from the long hair. And a serene expression. Put your hands on your knees, and a charming blood flower blooms on your left wrist. Like the enchanting of Manzhu Shahua, the dazzling red and bloodthirsty Leng Yan. The ground, dotted with blood, is full of sadness. The cold of a place. On the blade held by the right hand, there is still warm blood red, which has spread to the deepest part of the heart. .......... shines with cold and all the sadness.

Let life end in the cherry blossom season,

Let everything disappear in the starry sky,

Let all the cares stay in the world forever like long hair that falls.

Death, like a broken puppet, finished the last gorgeous curtain call and grew lonely rings in silence. Walking in the footsteps of flowers on the other side, walking in the footsteps of blood, looking for the initial simple obscurity.

On the bank of Santu River, the beauty of Manzhu Shahua, suicide, Manzhu Shahua puppet.

Life is coming to an end, and I can't wait for the day when you look back. I told you, I won't fall in love with anyone else after you leave. You don't believe, you don't believe that I love you so much. Actually, I don't believe it either, but after you left, my life entered the countdown. You don't understand. I live for you. You know, your soul under the mask. It is too fragile, like a cloud, like water. So I hid it in the dark, and your appearance awakened it. You let it know the beauty of love and the world, but you are cruel. When it puts down its mask, you smile and turn away. ..........: So, it got hurt and cast a seemingly solid heart wall for itself with tears. Then, hide inside and cycle sadness. Finally, life is just a fallen leaf, disappearing into endless desolation. It says it doesn't regret, it says it's just afraid, it's afraid of being bullied, but it can't do anything, its life is only that short. Only one butterfly broke out of its cocoon in such a short time. When the sky practices trivial things in vain, its life will come to an incomplete end. The bell of life comes to an abrupt end, and the note is fixed on the last syllable. It is not over yet. The angel's wings end in a pool of blood. My soul, it said to me, please find me an angel as stupid as me to protect my lover. So, I found myself, and I only believe in myself. My heart was torn by you, and my soul was destroyed because of you, leaving a tattered body. I give you my only dignity-my thorn, which is the wing of an angel, guarding you instead of an angel.

One day, he will pass away before your eyes and become a passer-by in your life. Since you promise forever, don't believe it. How far is it forever, but only if the meteor flashes by. Sweet, so sweet that people forget the feeling of heartache. Lonely geese fly alone, still pity the sky. Falling flowers are drifting away, and a heart full of tears has withered after wind and rain. Who loves the past, hates the sky and dances for nothing. If love is like a flower, it is only fate after it is gorgeous, and it is the sadness at the fingertips. A lot of helplessness, let it turn into a far-fetched smile, the love of generations, Leng Yue's resentment. Just a broken heart. A talented person and a beautiful woman are like passing clouds, sighing about life and lamenting the present. Oh, love without an ending is destined to hurt a person. Just watching the lonely geese fly alone, why love and hate? Close your eyes, you are a tear in my eyes. Tears pour all over the country, but they can't melt your deep indifference. In this life, I will be alone for you. ................

I should have known from the beginning that this is an incredible world, but I still had hope until I saw this world covered with lies and saw through its selfishness, greed and hypocrisy, until my heart was tired and even the last glimmer of hope was shattered. In fact, I have long known that this is a mistake, so clean, so completely lost, so seriously lost. A crushing defeat is a lie that has been lost to the world. Lies are so beautiful that people forget what is true. A lie will become true if it is told a hundred times. So the world is really real. Cover up the ugly soul with an angel's smile. The secular vision has long lost its agility and clarity. Of course, they can't tell the true from the false. Everyone is loudly blaming others for their mistakes. I'm standing in JaeHee. When the music ends in the crowd, who can see their sins? Everyone is telling the truth about the world, but they forget that they are a part of it. Of course, I actually forgot my selfishness, greed and hypocrisy. When I despair of the world, I know that the world has given up on me.

Since you can't change it, give up your troubles, seek peace, and forget all the unhappiness. The wounds in that world are as transparent as the marks on the glass, but they can't heal. They are so dazzling that they warn me that once I am hurt, my ignorance and betrayal will not get blood on that thorn and will not return to a place without love. This is a castle carved in the South Pole. It's so cold and beautiful I am afraid that my heart will become ruthless. It can't walk out of the lonely maze. In the end, it can only be abandoned but gradually forgotten. No one remembers the traces that once existed. This is why there are so many souls in this world who can't find a home. They cry but forget the "living coffin"

Just a walking corpse.

It's basically written in the second day of junior high school, not particularly good. But for my hard work ...............